I like nature poems and I always look for rhythm, rhymes and/or flow. I must say that this one flowed smoothly without breaking the reader's thoughts and it draws a picture of love.
The moon is like a king one who sits up high and can only be admired not touched. Honestly I kept reading and re-reading to see if there was an abrupt stop in the wording of the poem and found none. A lovely read in fact its enchanting!